Sheng Wanwan was stunned. If her brother had used that sword, she would definitely be dead.

However, Sheng Wenjin seemed to have lost consciousness at this moment. Not only did he not answer her question, but he also raised his sword and stabbed at the person in front of him.

That person was none other than Lord Tian. Lord Tian stood motionless, his eyes vacant. When he saw Sheng Wenjin holding a sword and trying to stab him, he didn't dodge or evade.

Sheng Wanwan then realized something was wrong; the entire valley was acting strangely. Without time to think, she immediately put Sheng Wenjin into her spatial storage. He carried spiritual power, and if the sword energy from this strike pierced into the crowd, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as Sheng Wenjin was about to be taken into the space, a violent tremor occurred within the space.

"Snap—"

"Boom!"

Sheng Wanwan's heart skipped a beat.

Oh my god! Did they blow up my space?

Fortunately, her space was fine.

Sheng Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, several soldiers who had been standing still suddenly moved with bloodshot eyes. They raised their broadswords and slashed directly at the people around them.

The soldiers who had been standing still moved. Without hesitation, they began hacking at their opponents with their broadswords!

"Oh no! This must be the illusion described in the book!"

Sheng Wanwan finally came to her full senses. She drew a talisman in the air and pointed her small hand forward, and the soldiers who were killing each other stopped moving.

Before she could even catch her breath, hundreds of soldiers around her began killing each other.

Sheng Wanwan hurriedly cast a spell to freeze the soldiers, but there were too many soldiers trapped in the illusion. As soon as she froze some, more would regain their mobility and start killing each other.

Her spiritual energy was being depleted very quickly, and she soon couldn't hold on any longer.

Sheng Wanwan felt her head starting to spin. No! She couldn't use up all her spiritual energy.

The enemy is probably watching them from the shadows. Even if she exhausts her spiritual power to freeze everyone present, she won't be able to save them. Instead, she might be wiped out by Prince Rui's men.

With this in mind, Sheng Wanwan stopped paying attention to the fighting soldiers and instead began to observe the surroundings of the valley.

The illusion that could trap so many people in a dreamlike state must be extraordinary; it must be a large-scale formation.

Sheng Wanwan looked around, trying to find a flaw in the formation. She knew that the key to breaking this illusion lay in finding the center of the formation.

Sheng Wanwan walked slowly around the edge of the valley, her eyes fixed on the ground and her surroundings.

The sounds of soldiers fighting and screaming echoed in her ears, and every now and then, the corpses of soldiers would fall at her feet.

Soldiers who kill indiscriminately will rush up to her and slash at her.

With a single gesture, Sheng Wanwan froze the soldier in place.

Sometimes, a soldier who has just been immobilized will be killed by another soldier.

Sheng Wanwan felt very guilty, but she dared not turn around, nor did she dare to use all her spiritual power to freeze everyone in place.

Because she was afraid that in the next second, a large number of Prince Rui's troops would rush out and kill everyone.

Having lost all her spiritual power, she was no longer able to save them, and she couldn't even save her eldest brother's life...

More and more people died, and Sheng Wanwan's small embroidered shoes were stained with the blood of the soldiers.

These people were sending her gifts just days before. They worshipped her, liked her, and treated her as their patron saint.

But she couldn't protect them...

Sheng Wanwan walked through the valley with her small body, large tears sliding down her cheeks.

She wiped it clean with her hand and continued to observe.

No! She can't cry. She is the hope for the survival of these thousands of soldiers. If she can't find the core of the formation, they will all die!

Sheng Wanwan took a deep breath; she couldn't let her emotions control her.

Now, she needs to be more calm and focused in finding the core of the formation.

Suddenly, she discovered a strange place.

In one corner of the valley, there is a huge stone covered with ancient characters and symbols.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that the characters and symbols were actually an ancient array pattern.

Sheng Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. She remembered seeing this kind of formation in an ancient book in her space. It was an ancient illusion formation that could trap people in endless illusions. Sheng Wanwan carefully observed the patterns on the stone, searching for a possible way to break the formation.

Time passed second by second, and her forehead was covered in sweat, but she did not give up.

Suddenly, she noticed a peculiar red rune at the center of the pattern. The rune was a vivid, bright red, as if it had just been smeared with fresh blood.

She reached out and tried to erase the symbol.

But the symbol was like something that had grown onto the stone; it couldn't be wiped off.

She closed her eyes and carefully considered the records of this formation in ancient books.

After a while, she opened her eyes with a pained expression.

"The bloodline of gods? The bloodline of gods again! The gods have been extinct for tens of thousands of years. Where am I supposed to find the bloodline of gods? Don't these people have any chance of survival?"

Sheng Wanwan looked at the soldiers still killing each other, her heart filled with despair. She knew that without the bloodline of a god to break this illusion array, these soldiers might continue to kill each other endlessly until they all died.

If it were any other Sheng Wanwan, she could still put up a fight, but with the bloodline of the gods, she was truly powerless!

Just as Sheng Wanwan felt utterly powerless and couldn't suppress the urge to burst into tears.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot towards her. The arrow was so fast that Sheng Wanwan didn't have time to do anything before she noticed it.

At that moment, a figure suddenly pounced on her, pushing her small body aside, but the figure was hit by a sharp arrow and fell directly onto a large rock.

Sheng Wanwan looked over and saw that the young man who had saved her was dressed in dark robes, his face was deathly pale, and his lips were stained red with blood. An arrow was stuck in his chest.

Sheng Wanwan was stunned. She never expected that Crown Prince Si Mingye would appear here, nor did she expect that this guy would risk his life to save her.

"Heh! Little one, are you alright?" Si Mingye visibly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Sheng Wanwan was alright.

Sheng Wanwan didn't answer Si Mingye, but stared blankly as the blood flowing from Si Mingye's body was absorbed by the runes on the large rock...